| Song | Blue Guitar |
| Artist | Sarah Darling |
| Album | Every Monday Morning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Got a brand new | |
| Taylor sittin’ in its case, | |
| Haven’t picked it up since the day you left me. | |
| And I still miss you. | |
| Got a worn out | |
| Martin I use on the stage, | |
| The one I used to write with everyday. | |
| But it doesn’t feel right in my hands, | |
| Some guitars they don’t understand the blues. | |
| When I’m feeling sad, | |
| When I’m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back. | |
| Three-year old strings and worn out frets. | |
| Though I have to tune it constantly, | |
| It’s the only place | |
| I found a melody. | |
| It’s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely. | |
| When I’m feeling sad, | |
| When I’m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| I guess it knows how it feels, | |
| To feel this alone, ‘ | |
| Cause my heart’s overflowing, | |
| As it fills up this song. |
| Got a brand new | |
| Taylor sittin' in its case, | |
| Haven' t picked it up since the day you left me. | |
| And I still miss you. | |
| Got a worn out | |
| Martin I use on the stage, | |
| The one I used to write with everyday. | |
| But it doesn' t feel right in my hands, | |
| Some guitars they don' t understand the blues. | |
| When I' m feeling sad, | |
| When I' m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back. | |
| Threeyear old strings and worn out frets. | |
| Though I have to tune it constantly, | |
| It' s the only place | |
| I found a melody. | |
| It' s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely. | |
| When I' m feeling sad, | |
| When I' m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| I guess it knows how it feels, | |
| To feel this alone, ' | |
| Cause my heart' s overflowing, | |
| As it fills up this song. |
| Got a brand new | |
| Taylor sittin' in its case, | |
| Haven' t picked it up since the day you left me. | |
| And I still miss you. | |
| Got a worn out | |
| Martin I use on the stage, | |
| The one I used to write with everyday. | |
| But it doesn' t feel right in my hands, | |
| Some guitars they don' t understand the blues. | |
| When I' m feeling sad, | |
| When I' m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| Its got a belt buckle scratch on its back. | |
| Threeyear old strings and worn out frets. | |
| Though I have to tune it constantly, | |
| It' s the only place | |
| I found a melody. | |
| It' s close to the hollow sound of pure lonely. | |
| When I' m feeling sad, | |
| When I' m looking back, | |
| I take out that old blue guitar. | |
| I guess it knows how it feels, | |
| To feel this alone, ' | |
| Cause my heart' s overflowing, | |
| As it fills up this song. |